This, in my morning paper:
“Roche Holding AG…warned of reports that people taking…Tamiflu have experienced delirium and abnormal behavior leading to injury or death.”
I’m also not much of a pill popper. Well okay, there was that one time my doc gave me a few pills, saying that the drug rep was convinced they were the bee’s knees in reducing the effects of a cold. Our collective shrug communicated doubt to those assertions, but I had a big book event and needed to have all cylinders running. I took the pills. Instead of simply feeling like crap, I was groggy, my teeth itched, my hair hurt, and I got a rash on my neck. Horrified at my blunder, I stumbled into the bookstore looking and feeling like a castaway from Lost.
My outward condition hardly bespoke my faith in “Reiki Master, work on thyself,” as I scratched at the rash and blew my nose. I faced the largely
“Why didn’t you give yourself a Reiki treatment?”
“Because I’m an idiot,” was the best thing I could conjure up in my drug-induced haze.
I can’t be certain, but I believe I had an audience of about 40 and sold 1 book. 1 freaking book. Talk about a credibility killer.
Conversely, my son was coming down with this God-awful flu that’s going around. He came over and had me Reiki him for an hour. I Reiki’d him again the next day. He ended up with a sore throat. My daughter, on the other hand, hates me to Reiki her. She got sicker than a dog for three weeks.
I know, I know, we can’t say one way or another that my son wouldn’t have gotten as sick as my daughter had I not Reiki’d him. But I can say that I would never allow these flu/cold drugs to find their way into my family’s digestive tracts either. It could be the last thing they ever do.